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Maybe Alone on my Bike<\/p>\n
I listen, and the mountain lakes<\/em> And I have thought (maybe alone<\/em> O citizens of our great amnesty:<\/em> -William Stafford<\/p>\n \n A friend requested twenty assorted note cards. I don’t think she realized I don’t have a stock of them printed up but just print out whatever strikes my fancy at the time. So, I was hunting around this morning for images that would look good on note cards and came across this one I took in Vermont at the Shelburne Museum of a poster in the circus portion of the museum. Since clouds and the chance of rain have put a damper on my planned trip to the Applegate Valley I decided to just use this one instead. And imagine my excitement in finding a poem about riding a bike by Oregon’s own former poet laureate.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Maybe Alone on my Bike I listen, and the mountain lakes hear snowflakes come on those winter wings only the owls are awake to see, their radar gaze and furred ears alert. In that stillness a meaning shakes; And I have thought (maybe alone on my bike, quaintly on a cold evening pedaling home), Think!– … Continue reading Day 51 – Bicyclist<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[29,23],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1002","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-autumn","category-travel"],"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1002","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1002"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1002\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1003,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1002\/revisions\/1003"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1002"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1002"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1002"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nhear snowflakes come on those winter wings<\/em>
\nonly the owls are awake to see,<\/em>
\ntheir radar gaze and furred ears<\/em>
\nalert. In that stillness a meaning shakes;<\/em><\/p>\n
\non my bike, quaintly on a cold<\/em>
\nevening pedaling home), Think!–<\/em>
\nthe splendor of our life, its current unknown<\/em>
\nas those mountains, the scene no one sees.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nwe might have died. We live. Marvels<\/em>
\ncoast by, great veers and swoops of air<\/em>
\nso bright the lamps waver in tears,<\/em>
\nand I hear in the chain a chuckle I like to hear.<\/em><\/p>\n